I shake my head, relishing the feeling of his body under mine. “I don’t know. I just know I missed kissing you.” I slide my hand under his shirt, feeling his smooth abs. “I missed touching you.”

“But . . .” He looks surprised, not pulling away from my touch. “You’re . . .”

“Camden,” I breathe against his mouth, my fingers trailing over the thin strip of hair from his bellybutton to his jeans. “I’m whatever you need me to be. I missed you so much.”

“You haven’t been dating.” His fingers rake through my hair as he looks up at me.

“No.” Oh, shit. Emotions and fear clog my throat because I haven’t asked him about dating. Shit. He probably wants to date. Or bang as many dudes as he can. I mean, he should. He really should. He never had that opportunity back home. He should explore and find out what he likes. I sit up suddenly, my stomach rolling. “Have you?”

He sits up too, his eyes studying me carefully with concern. “No. I’ve been pretty busy here.”

“But you want that, right? A connection.”

He rolls his bottom lip with his teeth, looking unsure, and I can’t believe I just pawed at him like that. I didn’t ask him if that’s what he wanted. Why the hell would he want that? He’s here in this great big college, and I’m just a small-town guy with nothing to offer him.

I stand up, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“Why did you?” he asks cautiously.

I let out a shaky laugh and push my own hand through my hair that’s messy from his hands. “I missed you.”

He nods his head slowly, like I just said more than that simple explanation somehow. “Right.” He also stands up and looks into my eyes. “I missed you too. We don’t have to do this, though, to reconnect. How about we go to a movie?”

My chest squeezes, and I want to say I don’t want to go to a fucking movie. That I want to stay here, wrapped up in him, but I realize how selfish that would be. He needs to have all these other experiences.

Without me.

I agree to a movie, and we end up meeting four other people there, one who I’m pretty sure has serious heart eyes for my best friend. He’s cute, I guess. A little on the small and short side, but his face is handsome. His glasses are kind of cool.

But every time he giggles at something Camden says and touches his arm, I want to smash my fist through the wall.

Somehow, I don’t think Camden would appreciate that.

I manage to keep my cool, and when we get back to his dorm, I don’t climb into his bed like I want to.